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She was the purest soul I have ever had the opportunity of meeting. A girl of few words on most days, I was stunned when she suddenly asked me to be friends with her. She was something special and I never could express that enough towards her.
She was also afraid. She didn’t talk much for many reasons, but the most prominent would be that she felt she was not allowed to speak. Can you imagine what that feels like? Unable to make friends because you feel as though you’ll be punished for doing so? I think that’s why she is such a special person to me. Despite her fears, she still went and befriended me. She cares much more for me than I’d ever feel I deserve. You’d like her. Or at least, I think you would. If you gave her a chance.
At times, she makes me laugh. She gets embarrassed when I compliment her. She gets so embarrassed that forming words becomes an even bigger challenge for her. But then she smiles. She gets so happy over the smallest of phrases that I can’t help but laugh and feel happy too. She just has that kind of effect.
Other times, she makes me cry. I worry about her incessantly. To the point of madness. She’s so frail, I’m afraid she’ll get ripped to shreds with something as simple as a glare. I cry because I know she deserves more. She deserves friendship. She deserves to feel safe and happy. All the time.
I miss her.
I miss knowing that when I felt like no one cared about me, she’d tell me that she cared. She’d tell me that she’d always care for me. I was her first friend. And it breaks my heart to realize that I don’t talk to her anymore. She isn’t allowed to. And as much as I want her to rebel against the puppeteer, I couldn’t consciously allow it. I couldn’t allow her to get hurt.
She shared her first kiss with me. I remember the night clearly. It was the night I first met her. We were watching a movie together. What movie, doesn’t really matter. I hadn’t realized it was her. The movie ended and I looked down to check my phone for messages I knew I didn’t actually receive. When I looked up again, she was standing right in front of me. Her face was so close to mine that it startled me for a moment. The moment felt as though it were in slow motion. I couldn’t get past how unexpectedly beautiful her eyes were. Before then, I never got the chance to really look into them. They were the kind of unexpected beauty that people write about in poems.
Time was running short. I heard her phone go off. That was her father, probably waiting outside to pick her up.
She smiled at me briefly before very quickly pressing her lips to mine. It was over in a split second, but I sat there, in shocked silence. My head was spinning.
“What… was that for?”
She didn’t answer me. She merely smiled again and gave a short wave before dashing up the stairs. I immediately got up to follow her. As a matter of fact, I practically raced her to the door. I couldn’t just let her leave without an explanation. I demanded one. Or at least, I tried to. My voice made it sound more like a polite request as opposed to a demand. Again, she didn’t answer me. This time she just pulled me into a hug before opening the front door and dashing outside to her father’s car. Again, defeated by her confusing actions, I just stood there, waving goodbye like an idiot.
I think you’d like Ivy. I really truly do.

If there is anyone that could make you love them in the most cruel and beautiful way possible, it was her. She was a creature of the night. A truly very memorable and beautiful creature of the night. Her name is fairly self-explanatory. She was easy to fall in love with. A few minutes with her could do the trick. She was difficult to distinguish. She was both a drug and medicine all in one. An addiction that I couldn’t… and possibly still cannot, shake off.
She thinks she’s incapable of loving someone because everyone tells her she is. But I don’t think that’s true. And you shouldn’t either. She can love, and she can love hard. She can make you feel like the most wanted and valuable human being in the entirety of the universe.
She is amazing. And don’t you ever forget that.
I didn’t initially think she was amazing In fact, I hated her more than anyone. She bullied me to tears any chance she got. But then suddenly, that changed. I cannot explain it through my viewpoint on when it changed. But she could. And she did. I remember we were talking on the phone.
“Why did you change?” The words came out before I had time to consider if I even wanted to hear the answer. 
“You fell asleep one day at her house.”
“And?”
“And I saw your sleeping face and thought ‘wow this girl is beautiful’ and that’s when I realized I was going to fall in love with you.”
She did fall in love with me. She told me every night that she loved me. When I was around her, she’d kiss my forehead and tell me I was hers. And she was mine.
You’d like Night too. But trust me, you’ll start to hate me soon.